The Fragrant Fall: A Stake Dissolves

Five million, sixty-nine thousand, five hundred and fifty-nine shares. Gone. Vanished as if they never were. A stake, once so promising, now a phantom limb. The quarter’s end reveals a loss, a diminution of value – a chilling reminder that even the most fragrant of enterprises can wither. One hundred and twenty-eight million, nine hundred and eighty thousand dollars… a sum that could build cathedrals, alleviate suffering, or, indeed, simply disappear into the insatiable maw of the market.







